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  <title>Laci</title>
  <subtitle>Laci</subtitle>
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    <name>Laci</name>
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  <updated>2005-11-28T01:30:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:134707</id>
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    <title>bec0ming_this @ 2005-11-27T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T01:29:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T01:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah, this was fun while it lasted, but &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~anti_laci"&gt;move along.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:134414</id>
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    <title>all my friends are murderers</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T16:27:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T16:27:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was going to post last night, but then i fell asleep for 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allyson and i are at our mom's since we stayed over last night.&lt;br /&gt;my dad has been acting like he's on crack for the last few days. he went on a date last saturday and has been retarded ever since. he's gone on a few dates since he and my mom split, but they never worked out.  i guess this one worked out, because now he's always at her house. i'm happy for him because i've never seen him so happy before. i just wish he'd stop acting like a giddly little girl. allyson says she heard him on the phone with a flower shop saying, "NO, I DON'T WANT TURKEY DECORATIONS, I WANT SOMETHING ROMANTIC." i swear he's flitting around like a crackhead. he's 6' 5" and it's disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever fall in love SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT ME IN THE FACE before i start calling flower shops and yelling about turkeys and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore allyson's bright green eye shadow to school yesterday. i didnt expect so many people to go HOLY SHIT THAT'S GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church last night but i'm still going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;i only went because i like to drive.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i'm going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no use for people whose only come back is "BUT I HAVE 15K FRIENDS ON MYSPACE AND I'M DRUNK EVERY WEEKEND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that a year from now i'll be at college and alyse will be in new york going to culinary school, and we're not going to see each other anymore. it's hard to explain. we've known each other since the day we were born. i've known her for 18 years now and it never hit me to think of her as a best friend. seriously. we are so weird that i don't think that applies. if i went to her and said ALYSE YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIENDkldjfdkfj she'd be like...lambert, wtf is wrong with you? we don't talk about being best friends, and we don't even talk about boys. we do crap like fill condoms with water and race them down the highway and have mud slides in my yard and bake cookies at 4 am. she's the only person who knows every single thing about me and my fucked up family and still wants to be friends with me. i dont even know why the hell i'm talking about this. before we leave for college next year i think we should go get matching tattoos or something. a reminder of how retarded we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done sounding gey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the urge to be trampled in a mosh pit right this second. i haven't been to a concert since warped tour, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably get a shower, but i don't feel like it. i think i'll just go to my aunt's. she has this coffee she wants to make for me that has a warning on the bag about possibly making your heart explode or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i will be covered in piercings and tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;soon i hope, 'cause i'm 18 and its not fair that i have to sit here tattoo-less and without any holes in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just might pass calculus because curci is nice and only took off 1 point when i should have had -50 on that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change the name of my journal. maybe someday when i feel like paying 15 dollars to change my username.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. my brain is cleaned out now and i can go have a happy thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else had better be giving thanks too, or the little ethiopians are going to come kick your ass.</content>
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    <title>WHALES</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T00:58:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T13:36:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">allyson went to the doctor the other day and got the warts cut out of the bottom of her foot. the holes are pretty deep and one is about the size of a quarter. i think it's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today she brought home the giant pepperoni sticks she had to sell for band. delivering them was fun because we got to beat on our neighbors doors and yell OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S TIME TO GET YOUR GIANT SAUSAGE! leave it to mrs. kunkle to reply, I'M GONNA HAVE FUN WITH THIS TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also convinced that kelli townzzzzend and i are the only virgins left in the entire school. welll, not the only ones, but just the ones who were talking about it today. way to go. we're going to have to save the entire freaking world now.  i know, its none of my business what people do, but people should at least keep their pants on until they get out of highschool. highschool relationships do not last. people who disagree with me are just jealous because the guy i that i'm eventually going to have sex with won't be from apollo ridge, won't suck, will be way hott and won't infect my vagina with various diseases/parasites that originated from some kind of infectious monkeys in africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE FROM AROUND HERE ARE NOT TOUCHING ME. NO. i almost freaked today when mr. curci patted my shoulder or something. i know he's just trying to be a nice guy but with everyone screwing everyone else in our school it makes me nervous. you damn perverts make me scared of perfectly nice people. i love mr. curci (NO, NOT LIKE THAT) because he is such a nice guy and the rest of my guy teachers hate me. SERIOUSLY. steinback threatens to kill me and radulovich dislikes me for some reason that i can't quite figure out. BUT YEAH. MR. CURCI IS THE NICEST TEACHER I HAVE AND I DONT WANNA BE SCARED OF HIM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;actually, no one is touching me until i get to college. even then they had better stay away until i'm sure they aren't contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WATCH THE &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6739710473912337648"&gt;SINGING&lt;/a&gt; ASIANS AND BE HAPPY &lt;br /&gt;THE END.</content>
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    <title>this story's pages are wearing thin.</title>
    <published>2005-11-13T04:47:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T14:17:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the blackout pact/we drink so you don't have to</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the 4 day weekend is almost over. i'm looking forward to thanksgiving break in less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to get my college app. essay written.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping on people's couches&lt;br /&gt;and not showering everyday&lt;br /&gt;and falling asleep to beavis and butthead do america&lt;br /&gt;and waking up all disoriented because i've been having those crazy dreams. i can actually &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; whatever is going on. the dreams are pretty funny when i think about them, but they still screw my brain up.&lt;br /&gt;decaf coffee is gross. but i don't coffee anyway so how would i know.&lt;br /&gt;i hate winter. winter means i'm cold for 5 months straight. the cold weather has started to set in so i'm already sitting here freezing my balls off. it doesn't make any sense, because i'm wearing a hoodie and my fuzzy slippers. why i'm still shivering i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;i hate my room. it's always so dim in here.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle paul came home so we had an early thanksgiving tonight. i should just crawl into his bags when he leaves to go back to california.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to write my essay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwing myself out of a chance to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;it bugs me that recently after i meet a female person i can't remember her name 2 seconds later. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know, maybe the same goes for guys. but i haven't met any guys recently so i can't say.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i act nervous all the time. it's annoys the hell of out me, so if i can't stand it myself then other people must think i'm really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;but not as retarded at the pizza delivery guy who left his red pizza bag on my grandma's porch last night. i wonder if he's going to get in trouble for forgetting that.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a goddamn bright eyes song...WHERE'S THE KID WITH THE CHEMICALS?!" /overused.&lt;br /&gt;yeah you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a big, long day of procrastination ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy i'm just going to sleep in my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;and where the hell did i leave my chapstick?</content>
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    <title>ldjflddkjflasdjf</title>
    <published>2005-11-07T23:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T01:08:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/loveisaverb/play/lmaorichard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="0000FF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;joespizza182:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; the guy from motion city looks pathetic compared to richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motioncitysoundtrack.com/_images/photos/misc/detail/Justin-BW-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that play was so retarded. but it was the best one our school has ever had.&lt;br /&gt;you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that, and running over a possum in my mom's car, were the best moments of my life. &lt;br /&gt;of last week.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never getting on a cruise ship unless someone promises me that we'll be attacked by modern day pirates wielding grenade launchers. YAR.</content>
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    <title>*stabby rip stab stab*</title>
    <published>2005-10-31T20:21:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-31T20:55:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i woke up this morning and realized that i somehow forgot about my presentation in calculus. it was just a short one for 15 bonus points, so i threw one together and presented it. it probably sucked but curci loves me and gave me the 15 points anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since today was halloween and everyone was wearing costumes, alyse let me give her a mohawk. if i had her hair i'd have liberty spikes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess stuff has been randomly flying around my room because allyson pissed the ghost off. it doesn't enjoy her singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm registering to vote today. i think i'll be a communist.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i look like i'm dead &amp; dress like a homo....i must be &lt;a href="http://z1c.zvhost.com/videos/0/124477_cbccf.wmv"&gt;emo&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha in a NO OFFENSE kind of way. we all know i love emo kids. &lt;br /&gt;....ok, maybe not the homo ones.</content>
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    <title>i'm gonna stay 18 foreverrrrrrr</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T02:01:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T02:03:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the snow makes me wanna break out the xmas tunes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today pretty much sums to two things: it SNOWED and everyone has been feeding me all day. alyse gave me granola bars on the bus, sarah brought me cupcakes, lisa said she'd bring me a can of spaghetti-os and a spoon if i'd sit in the locker room and eat them cold. i did. then my dad me took me out for dinner and bought me an ice cream cake. happy freaking birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think, if i never would have been born my dad could have finished his big fancy education at engineering college and my mom could have done what ever it is she wanted to do. jeez, i ruin everyone's life, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, our school is too poor to afford heat so they have announced that we can all just freeze to death. how exciting. i'm pretty sure my fingers, toes, and nipples are gonna turn blue and fall off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allyson has given me a new nickname: screaming infidelities. because my hair is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's not that funny.</content>
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    <title>MY NEIGHBOR BOB IS SELLING HIS HOUSE.</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T19:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T19:24:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>finch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my childhood is over &lt;b&gt;TODAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up tomorrow i am eligible to buy cigarettes, register to vote, buy porno, get pierced/tattooed, and get tried as an adult when i go on a crime spree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really i'm just wondering what my dad got me.</content>
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    <title>ZOMBIESSS</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T15:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T15:13:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>saosin/bury your head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">kelli's mom took us all to fright night last night. kennywood should be taken over by satan all the time. it rained, just like last year, except worse this time. it doesn't matter, because being spun upside down in the dark is always fun no matter what. all of the rain made puddles, and my shoes and pants soaked up all the water.  my pants soaked up water clear up to my knees, and that made them really heavy. they were dragging and i had to walk like a gangster.  it's alright though, because my hair also got soaked and everyone thinks my hair looks great when it's wet. i should just keep dumping buckets of water on my head so i can look fabulous all the time. before we left some vampire tried to hit on allyson and me. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go watch fuse again, because it's saturday and i feel like wasting my life for awhile. i am in love with the new alk3 video, and the blood hound gang's new video is hilarious. the other day i had to almost smack my brother because we were watching it, and he yells out, "LOOK LACI, THAT'S YOU IN FIVE YEARS." and he was being completely serious. watch the video and you'll know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days until i'm 18. i won't have to listen anyone anymore. in other words, i officially don't have to give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.</content>
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    <title>where are you nowwwwww</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T14:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T20:35:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>straylight run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday i didn't have to go to school. my dad took me to see allegheny college in meadville. i sat in on a genetics class and talked to some students and toured the campus...it's a pretty nice place. the only downside is that it's two hours away. i don't know where i want to go. and every teacher seems shocked when i say i'm going to pre med...everyone thinks i'm going to art school. it confuses me. &lt;br /&gt;whatever. i got out of school and got eat hot wings with my dad. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow allyson got me to go to the football game last night. we picked up kelli on the way there. it was senior night and i figured i should go to at least one football game this year. so we got there...and five seconds later i realized why i never go. i can honesty say i will not miss apollo ridge football games. especially the people running around in hottopic pants &amp; their faces painted up with crosses other symbolic crap. congrats, you've succeeded in making yourself look like a moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this was pointless. but i'm sitting at my mom's house and i have nothing better to do. that is, unless i was to watch the wiggle some more with summer. it is cute when she dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold What Applies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I hate it when people tell me to "calm down" when im already calm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what season, i always seem to have cold feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I've watched every episode of the first season of a show.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I'd like to change at least 2 things about me physically.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd rather it be pouring then it be sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. I have more guy friends then girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've kissed on the first date before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. At least 2 of my friends are in a band.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. I wear contacts/glasses.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. I think teenage dating is over rated.&lt;br /&gt;12. I've been cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;13. I like cats more than dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. I've seen a movie none of my friends have heard of.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. More people bother me than i could count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. I'm nice to people i know i shouldnt be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Its hard for me to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. I always find myself needing more double A batteries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've gotten into a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;20. I get along with my family well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. I trust all my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i think ashlee simpson is 'punk'.&lt;br /&gt;23. I've seen at least 3 episodes of the ashlee simpson show. &lt;br /&gt;24. I like the color pink. &lt;br /&gt;25. I've been on a skate board more than once....but i can't skate&lt;br /&gt;26. I love snapple.&lt;br /&gt;27. My hair is it's natural color. &lt;br /&gt;28. I'm good at most sports.&lt;br /&gt;29. Laughing turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Halloween is my favorite holiday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I Love Fashion&lt;br /&gt;32. I've worn christmas clothes during june.&lt;br /&gt;33. I like george bush, and am rooting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. I have a secret from everyone.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. I got more than 5 things for my last birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Rumors spread fast in my school. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I have a friend in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;38. I'm religous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. I have a certain color that looks good on me.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. At least one of my family members has had cancer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ive pee'ed outside before.&lt;br /&gt;42. I'm afraid of the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. I can tie my own shoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I've gotten lost in a new school at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;45. I think it's hott and shows confidence when guys wear pink. &lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I have a strange attraction to the color orange. &lt;b&gt;...my orange chucks&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. I've done things, and been copied off of within the hour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I've spent at least 2 weeks away from home without my parents/siblings.&lt;br /&gt;49. I dread school days.&lt;br /&gt;50. I've had huge crushes on people, with out ever talking to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. My hearts been/is broken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. I want to go to college. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. I've worn pj's to public places before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. I've babysat alone before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I have a steady job.&lt;br /&gt;56. I dont think skirts can be 'too short'.&lt;br /&gt;57. I shop souly at one store for all my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;58. I care what people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;59. Choclate pudding is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;60. I've seen the notebook. &lt;br /&gt;61. I've been betrayed by someone i was close to.&lt;br /&gt;62. I regret stupid things i've done in the past. &lt;br /&gt;63. I've had someone head over heels for me. &lt;br /&gt;64. I think old bridge is ignorant and dirty. &lt;br /&gt;65. My hair is straight naturally.&lt;br /&gt;66. I wish i had natural curls.&lt;br /&gt;67. I exercise. &lt;br /&gt;68. I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;69. I speak/read a different language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. I've seen someone walk into a tree, unpurposly, before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. A family member of mine is in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. I have at least 4 piercings.&lt;/b&gt; soon they all wont be in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;73. I think I know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. I can forgive, but I'll never forget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I have a favorite number for no exact reason.&lt;br /&gt;76. Ive been out of the country.&lt;br /&gt;77. I have my future planned out.&lt;br /&gt;78. I think about the future often.&lt;br /&gt;79. I wish I could erase some things in my past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. I play an instrument of some type.&lt;/b&gt; sort of...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. I have nail polish on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. I like compliments.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. I have undone homework sitting around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I think chad micheal murry is one of the most gorgeous man ever. SOMEONE HAS BAD GRAMMAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. I bring a c.d. player to school. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I've smoked before.&lt;br /&gt;87. Someone currently likes me. &lt;br /&gt;88. My room has a theme.&lt;br /&gt;89. I have a live animal in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. I watch cartoons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. I drink more water then people would think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. I read peoples away messages when they go away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I have plans for the weekend all the time.&lt;br /&gt;93. I think I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. I've painted a room before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I go to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. I wish I could sing well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I've been in a school play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. I couldn't tell you who the fuck fabio is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. It bothers me that i'm so relient on my parents&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;101. I've been given a corsage by a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. I'm there for my friends, no matter what.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;140. I type corecttly. (as in all fingers on keys and whatnot)&lt;/b&gt; people need to learn to spell CORRECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;105. I think Jonny Depp is hot.&lt;br /&gt;106. I own more then 20 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;107. My family goes on vacation every year together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. I've snuck out &amp; been caught.&lt;br /&gt;109. I have step-siblings.&lt;br /&gt;110. I own a boat.&lt;br /&gt;111. I liked this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:130619</id>
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    <title>i'm 18 in 13 days.</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T19:47:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T19:50:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NOFX/bob</lj:music>
    <content type="html">classes were cut short today because we had to go sit in the gym and listen to a motivational speaker. he told us sex is like a piece of duct tape stuck to a hairy guy's arm. IT'S A BOND. you pull it off, and stick it back on, and pull it off, and stick it back on...and after you do that for a while there is no adhesive left. DON'T USE UP YOUR ADHESIVE BEFORE YOU'RE MARRIED. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CASUAL SEX. YOU WILL LOSE YOUR SPECIAL BOND AND YOU WILL DIE.&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was finally time to leave, he gave me a weird look because i was wearing lisa's awesome eeyore pants over my jeans. i had them pulled half way down my ass so that my jeans were sticking out, but why the hell was he looking at me.. he just compared sex to a hairy piece of duct tape.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:130531</id>
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    <title>MY HEART IS IN MEXICO</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T05:41:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T05:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/becoming_this/gtc/sunglasses.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys had a good show, even if less people showed up because of the crappy weather. i got to see some people that i haven't seen in months. like cruz &amp; jared, and that weird kid that stalks me. it makes me feel bad, so i'm gonna shut up now. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/becoming_this/evita/smokey.jpg"&gt;smokey&lt;/a&gt; the bear showed up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was freezing. and i was being stupid again. allyson is probably right when she says i need medication. for some reason i cannot handle going out in public without feeling like a freak. i constantly feel mildly retarded. i know that in reality no one cares what the hell i'm doing, but i can't help it. for some reason i feel inferior all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was just hella sad. i know something that has nothing to do with me, but it's kind of hard to forget. the person it deals with would be hurt by it a lot, and they don't deserve it at all. that makes me double sad. there's more but i don't feel like typing the rest, so the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know what i did? i came home and found my old goo goo dolls cd and listened to it. it was my first cd, and whenever i listen to it i can remember dragging my crappy cd player out to my swing set when i was 12 and listening to it while jumping headfirst off the sliding board. i remember i have it every once in awhile, but not that often. all those songs on that cd are just me somehow.  no one understands what i'm saying right now and i sound like some kind of sappy jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed my grandma my shirt i made for the show today. bad idea. we were in the church for some stupid dinner and she proceeded to drag me to a table and make everyone look at what her granddaughter did. yeah, i stayed up until 2 o'clock in the morning so a bunch of strange people know one knows could check out my rack. because, we all know my boobs are great but they are even better with the anodyne effect written across them. AGGHH. there was a table of old ladies and a table with some girl and two 20 year old guys. she picked the guys of course. wtf, granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when all else fails, and you feel really crappy and insecure, it's camera whore time. &lt;br /&gt;i made sure my mirror was really dirty and moved the camera so they'd be blurry and you wouldnt be able to tell what anything is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/becoming_this/evita/DUHH.jpg" border="1"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/becoming_this/evita/ummmm.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all really stupid, but please give me a break. and by break i mean valium.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:129833</id>
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    <title>CONCERT. TOMORROW. EVERYONE BE THERE. RAIN OR SHINE JUST GET YOUR ASS TO THE DAMN GROVE.</title>
    <published>2005-10-08T01:19:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T01:19:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rancid/detroit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">someone please explain calculus to me.&lt;br /&gt;y'=4x&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;(2x-3)&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;sinxcos2x + x&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;5(2x-3)&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;2sinxcos2x + x&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;(2x-3)&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;cosxcos2x + x&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;(2x-3)&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;sinxsin2x&lt;br /&gt;more like y'=who actually has a use for an answer like that. PRACTICALITY, ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day got easier though. radulovich was absent today, and the sub brought up &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051007/ap_on_fe_st/ig_nobels;_ylt=AgWQ9oehMM3.KVXsMg7QMZGs0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3ODdxdHBhBHNlYwM5NjQ-"&gt;NEUTICLES&lt;/a&gt; as a current event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm gonna go spend the rest of my life playing amped2 on the damn xbox.&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;br /&gt;[AWW.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sarcasm.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:129740</id>
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    <title>she doesn't think we're gonna make it.</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T17:33:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T17:34:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lit//four</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday was allyson's birthday party. i gave alyse a mohawk and then i left. &lt;br /&gt;i went to watch the guys have band practice for this saturday. the show is going to be an awesome comeback.  rad.&lt;br /&gt;we went to kings afterwards, and i'm guessing our waitress probably quit her job after we left. &lt;br /&gt;it was fun trying to sleep last night, because mike's room has a ghost that kept knocking on the door AND ceiling. every time i started to fall asleep it would start knocking again and wake me up. yeah, that was super. especially after mike, joe, and i had just stayed up until 2 am having an indepth conversation about the undead. then i woke up this morning and mike had left to go work with his dad or something.  his walls were making this weird echoing tapping noise. wtf. don't dead people have anything better to do? &lt;br /&gt;but i got home, only to find my bed full of little blonde girls. i don't know how all of allyson's friends fit in my bed, but they do. and they're still here. i ate some of their cake and ice cream and now i feel like i wanna puke. yeah, i know, stfu already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a million calculus and physics problems to do/tests to study for. i don't even get to take a break with everyone else on tuesday. everyone else gets to get out of school for a day by pretending they have a reason to go to the college fair. i can't go. my grades suck. i suck. i have to get my calculus grade up, or find a nice cardboard box to live in.&lt;br /&gt;actually that sounds like fun right now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:129401</id>
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    <title>TODAY IS ALLYSON'S BIRTHDAY.</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T01:55:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T00:42:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/becoming_this/evita/aflac.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;DON'T ASK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alyse's hair can be made into a mohawk and mine can't. OH THE JEALOUSY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:128261</id>
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    <title>words like forever</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T00:21:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T01:13:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>misfits//some kid of hate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i've practically married my physics book. and calculus too, once i decide to stop failing it. i've never spent more time with something in my life. if some person out there could tell me how this is all going to add up and where i'm going to end up in life, you'll be the coolest person i never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting insane, though. last night i stayed up until 1 am trying to figure out physics problems and trying to spend quality time with the dad. he wanted to watch the muppets dvd he bought. when i finally got to sleep i woke up forty times thinking about radii and magnitudes and singing manamana. &lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand: &lt;a href="http://img101.imageshack.us/my.php?image=newflier9qt.jpg"&gt;be there&lt;/a&gt; or be less &lt;a href="http://img183.imageshack.us/my.php?image=flier21hz.jpg"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt; elsewhere.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:128205</id>
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    <title>BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE AND YOU'RE NOT DISCRETE!!!!!!!!!wtf.</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T04:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-18T14:16:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate nights like this. it's not that the night isn't nice, it's just that i'm in one of those moods where i for some reason think that everyone has decided that i suck and has forgotten me. don't ask me why. i just feel like i'm going to be 800 years old and spend my time chasing kids off my lawn until i drown in my prune juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the long walk home tonight, the almost full moon made the trees look all weird. plus it was foggy. yeah, i don't know what the hell the point of talking about this is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people. actually, i hate missing people. so i replace it with this other feeling that works sort of like amnesia. i block out everything, because you can't miss what you can't remember. then pretty soon i'm walking into walls and saying, &lt;i&gt;LACI LAND IS A HAPPY PLACE&lt;/i&gt;. the end.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait until i get to go to college. i'm a big baby and i'm probably going to die, but first i'm going to find some emo kid with nice hair and keep him on a leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday mr. radulovich showed me how to write my name in crazy serbian symbols. i don't know why. and it's not like anyone else knows serbian so it could say whatever he wanted. yeah, that was another random point. &lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoyed my rambling, but i'm going to go shut my brain off now.&lt;br /&gt;some idiot is having a party in the woods and their music is leaking in through my windows. it sounds like someone mooing along to a country song. oh the joys of living in a secluded rural area.</content>
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    <title>yeah yeah yeah...</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T22:53:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T22:53:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the academy is...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i need to visit my mommy more often. i went to see her today, and she's going to let me drive her car and she's trying to get me to let her throw me a birthday party. i just don't know what i want to do for my 18th birthday yet. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;when i got to her house summer came running at me with a mouth full of styrofoam, and then she climbed into her little tike mini van and peed in it. i wanna be 16 months old again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i have more to say, but i'm gonna keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell is the weather so hot all of the sudden?  i'm sweating my freakin balls off. as soon as i got home i took my shirt off to keep from dying. why can't sports bras and cargo pants be the new dress code?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:127202</id>
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    <title>when i fall down i fall apart.</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T22:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T22:13:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>alexisonfire//happiness by the kilowatt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i couldn't sleep last night because my eye felt like it was going to pop out. damn sinuses. some kind of microbe invaded my system and now i can only breath out of one side of my nose. it's putting pressure on my eye and making it hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm procrastinating. another stupid AP english essay is due wednesday. why the hell should i have to write an essay about how some guy and has a penis and it doesn't work. how politically incorrect of me. JAKE IS IMPOTENT. there. &lt;br /&gt;but why do i have to write an intro, body, and conclusion about it. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew semuskie is annoying and he screams like a girl. i think he is also a drug dealer, because he always has around $799 in his pocket and he doesn't have a job. he needs to go away and stay there. anyway, for some reason he ordered a bunch of pizza and crap from foxes is offering to share it. of course i'm going to go eat it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could write more but this thing is just a stupid waste of time. time that could be spent eating pizza that other people paid for.&lt;br /&gt;assholes. &amp;gt;:O</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:126808</id>
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    <title>there's a highway to the edge, yeah.</title>
    <published>2005-09-10T20:43:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-10T20:48:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>distillers. itunes is being weird AGAIN.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i forgot who i am or what i'm supposed to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;last night i was out after dark and my grandma was so worried about me that i finally just gave up and slept on her couch. it made her happy. i had some really whacked dream about a giant blue dog and mutilated barbie dolls glued to a shirt that i stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be doing my physics and calculus problems. the nice thing is, i do all 520 homework problems every night and then i fail both tests. it's no one's fault but my own. so i'll do everyone a favor and stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our senior interviews on friday. well, at least i did. i have no idea where i'm going to college or what i'm doing. and i'm supposed to work all of this out and i apply somewhere by the end of november. i think ursiak is using up all of her magical guidance counselor powers to keep from smacking me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be stuck in the house by myself all weekend. i guess i don't mind &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much. my dad started teaching me how to drive a stick shift just a few hours ago. i didn't get yelled at so i guess doing something right can be the highlight of my weekend. he just left to go to someone's wedding and probably get drunk. i'm home alone again. jfldsadfafldfk. allyson needs to get home.&lt;br /&gt;i could try to practice my bass, but i don't want to. i tried yesterday...and my neighbors are such geniuses.  i didn't realize that i had my amp turned up a little too high until  i heard someone across the road say, "YO. THAT SUNDZ LYKE A GEETARRRR."&lt;br /&gt;i quit.</content>
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    <title>i'm fucking starving. SOMEONE FEED ME.</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T03:10:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T03:12:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>punchline</lj:music>
    <content type="html">chelsea was feeling bad today in gym class, she started talking to me about her problems. i had no idea what to tell her, and i told her that, and i said what i thought, and i listened to her. she said that for not knowing anything i sure knew a lot. she also said that i was good listener and that she felt better. SCORE. I HOGGED ALL THE KARMA POINTS. EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. i really have no freaking idea half the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to bed, you bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;x Anti Laci x:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and then my mom said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: her friend's husband was like IS LACI 18 YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: im like whathwhuacu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: llfamooooooooo ewwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;): LLEWMFAOFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: YEAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: SOME OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: LFMOAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: I WAS LIKE WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: lmaaaaaaaaaaaao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: he's like a prison guard and he's scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: and he has a  big tattoo of mikey mouse on his arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: KLMFOAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: MICKEY MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: i waslike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: oh i am so flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: and by flattered i mean revolted. pass the barf bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; x Anti Laci x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: but anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;KELLIworsHIPSgir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: LMAOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:126063</id>
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    <title>all the pretty girls on the ugly drugs</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T02:50:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T02:55:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>great romances of the 21st century. IT'S SEPTEMBER.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">someone please tell me why i had to go to ohio this weekend. there were at least 20,000 hippies there. it's great that music brings people together, but if i see one more guy sporting dread locks and a patchwork floral skirt i'm going to stab my eyes out. eddie may be a rockstar but he still used the work "porktastic". and he's still a nerd just like the rest of our family even though he has hair down to his waste and a bunch of groupies chasing him around. they played &lt;a href="http://www.dubba.com/hookah/lyrics/passtheciderpasstherum.htm"&gt;pass the cider&lt;/a&gt; and my dad went all gay on me and told me it would mean something to me in a few years. yeah, in a few years..&lt;br /&gt;then they played &lt;a href="http://www.dubba.com/hookah/lyrics/anotheryou.htm"&gt;the song&lt;/a&gt; eddie wrote about his old girlfriend. i know guys write songs about break ups all the time, but it was just weird. when you hear those songs, you usually don't know anything about the people. i met her once, and they were all happy and perfect and supposedly getting married. they were together for 9 years, or maybe more. i don't know. people suck and we're all gonna die. if it was up to me everyone would quit &lt;b&gt;cheating&lt;/b&gt; on each other and the world would be a 10% better place place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i remember is sitting in the middle of all those crazy people and thinking that it was warped tour for hippies. it makes you senile. it's 70$ a freakin' ticket. how do 93475923788 dingy hippies afford that? why the hell was i sitting in the middle of them for the past two nights. i got to cover my self in glow sticks. there were glow sticks everywhere. it was like a fucking rave. they're supposed to be peace loving people who pick flowers all day, but i dislike them strongly. they made me cry. well, after sitting in the middle of them and the smoke from their skunk weed for four hours almost anything would make me cry. but those bastards took my purse. my purse that i bought for $1 at the thrift store because i hate purses. the one that i got signed at warped tour. my mini sharpies and all of my skinny sharpies. i was devastated. my sharpies were they only thing in the world that i loved. i'm wishing ill things on the whole state of ohio. i want my signatures back because i'll probably never get to go to another warped tour knowing my luck. my bottom retainer was also in there. it would be 150$ to replace it and i say fuck it. if some hippie wants to steal my purse and wear it, let them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pathetic, crying over some scribbled on purse. i don't think i've ever had anything stolen from me before, so give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy took me and bought me more sharpies when she heard they were stolen. it was very nice of her. some 18 year old bald kid sat on a bench in front of me and wouldn't quit staring and smiling at me. i don't like it when people stare at me. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allyson and i listened to the ipod the whole way to ohio and back. the same songs kept coming up. the whole way home i kept hoping that we'd sort of never make it back. i actually have no problem with living in tents and vans and not showering or changing my clothes for 3 days. i think i realized that maybe that bad feeling i get when i think about leaving this area and never coming back isn't because i love this place. maybe it's because i wouldn't mind never seeing this place again, and that makes me feel guilty. it's supposed to be home and i'm supposed to love it. i like being on the road better. i don't care where i end up. you can always just push the pedal and fast forward to the next destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more but who the hell cares. i'm going to bed before i give myself a coronary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS PLACE. I LOST THE WAR. I HATE YOU ALL. YOU'RE MOM'S A WHORE. WHERE'S MY DOG? 'CAUSE GIRLS ARE SUCH A DRAG.&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget the best songs in the world and how much i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohio is for &lt;s&gt;lovers&lt;/s&gt; losers.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:125813</id>
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    <title>i eat way too many starburst just so i can make stuff out of the wrappers.</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T23:17:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T21:31:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eleventeen/crestfallen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my first week as a senior is almost over. i'll admit that i feel pretty overwhelmed and i've probably annoyed everyone with my overreacting. it's just that i thought i knew everything and now i have no freaking idea. i'm supposed to be applying to colleges right about now, and i kinda have no idea of where i would like to spend the next four years (at least) of my life. i'm guessing that's not what i should be saying right now. i don't even know what career i'm considering anymore. i've gone completely blank, and the future seems really scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i've been feeling kinda crappy. i usually get like this at the start of something new, and the college/senior stuff isn't helping. but i know i'll be fine. everyone has to go through this. i'd like to thank you guys again for listening to me, and please punch me if i start freaking out like i've been known to do. i turn 18 soon, and MAYBE my dad will finally let me get my license. i'll probably feel a lot better when i can get out of the house and drive somewhere. without adult supervision/intervention.  he had better let me get my license, because i'd hate to think that i just crawled under the van for nothing. the oil and transmission fluid are all better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be excited and relieved for the 3 day weekend coming up, but i won't get to spend it at home. we're driving to ohio saturday morning and won't be back to monday morning. it's nice that my dad's cousin is in a band, and it's nice that they have 50,000 followers, and it's nice that we're family so we get VIP tickets for free when general admission costs $80.00. it's just not so nice that they are a hippie band and therefore i will be camping for 2 days and 2 nights with a bunch of bongo playing, hemp weaving vegans. hi, my name is laci and i'm going to live in a tent for 3 days and have a severe case of the munchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being dramatic. it's just that it would be more fun i had my friends with me. i guess i should just shut up and go, because most people don't have relatives like this. it'll give me some stories to tell. and everyone will have an excuse to sing hawthorne heights while i'm gone. if i may be so bold and assume that you all love me that much.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:125474</id>
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    <title>alkaline trio saves my life</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T19:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T22:28:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anti flag//punk by the book</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i have one thing to say about my first day as a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;YOU'RE KILLING MY ASS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KILLING MY ASSSS. 'cause it's so on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;or is it "in the snow and on the grass"? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the longest time i was dreading being a senior. now i like it. only 179 more days and i don't have to look at any of you ever again. of course, i'm not talking about the select few individuals who i like. if you're one of the people who actually read this, i like you. so ignore the previous sentences and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my senior project is going to rock.&lt;br /&gt;and mr. steinback with his, "&lt;b&gt;I HAVE HDHD AND PHYSICS IS &lt;i&gt;HARD.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and mr. radulovich with his,"&lt;b&gt;IS THAT RIGHT, EH? EH?! DID I JUST SAY EH? MY CANADIANISM IS FLARING UP AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt;"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bec0ming_this:125196</id>
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    <title>i can't see straaaaight but the two of you look awfully pretty</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T15:15:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T18:13:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">watching the ceiling spin and sleeping in spilt beer last night completed the summer. i think that's the only way to put it.</content>
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